Stock Up poem.

STOCK UP

They'll quit making
the things you love.
The things you depend on,
that fit like a glove.

When you discover
the perfect goods,
you either stock-up
or "knock on wood."

I'm a hoarder, a packer,
a grocery store.
I find what I like
and then I buy more.

My daddy taught me
this valuable trick.
He was left with Listerine
after he kicked.

His mother encouraged
the habit in him.
Lipstick, notebooks--
Stock to the brim.

As soon as you love it,
it's gone away.
off of the shelves
"They don't make that these days."

So, if you discover
a product that's fine,
forget buying one,
buy ten thousand and nine.

Janet Brice Parker, 2003